Alt End, the end
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faded_laceThis is it, folks! Hope you enjoyed as much as we did.
Alternate Ending, Part 4
Claimer: Our shota and stuff :D;
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Shota, m/m sex, violence, language, everything, you know XD;
“Section B, row 5,” Donavan breathed, leaning to his right where Faustino sat beside him so that he could lower his voice further and still be heard over the lead actor’s soliloquy. “Seat 12. Don’t miss.” Donavan straightened, and flicked the opera glasses he needed both to spot their target and to watch the play from the highest balcony. Unfortunately, he’d lost a good deal of the story to signaling and preparing for the hit they were about to make, but it was a new play—he’d have plenty of opportunities to see it again, and next time he took Faustino to the theater, it would be for pleasure, not for work, and they could get a much closer seat. Perhaps, even, in the middle of section B, around row 5; there was likely to still be blood staining the seats, but what did that matter to them?
The Berceuse Malheureuse now existed to dispose of the trash leftover from the Beaumont monarchy, purging Algernon’s new government of both suspected and confirmed dissenters—be them state official or lowly merchant. The work was bloody, but their particular skills lent them well to the occupation, and the populace had already grown accustomed to the new role of the Berceuse Malheureuse, obsequiously allowing members of their own to systematically eliminated for even the slightest evidence of malcontent. The people’s fear of the Berceuse Malheureuse made them delightfully docile and easy to control.
They did their job flawlessly, and their work suited them; it was only right that next time, when Donavan and Faustino could take the day off, that they should take in the play from one of the best seats in the house, section B, row 5, seat 12—the one currently occupied by the former Beaumont Loyalist, Henri Ramsden, and perhaps one of the best in the house—though that distinction would not remain for much longer, for the death of such a man was likely to discourage prospective play–viewers from that particular section of the theater. Not to mention ruin the upholstery. Donavan smirked at his own morbid train of thought and glanced from the stage to seat 12 in anticipation of the hit Faustino was about to complete; his cue was in the next line.
Leaning a little further over the edge of the balcony railing, Faustino nodded slightly, not taking his eyes off of the target as he listened for his cue to pull the trigger. The weapon he held in his hands, balanced on the rail of the balcony, was a present from Donavan, a brand new sniper rifle, and Faustino was excited for the chance to try it out. Anxiously, he waited for the line he knew would come soon enough, his trigger finger twitchy, until finally, the actor on the stage unwittingly gave him the signal, and he fired one shot, knowing that was all he would need.
Pulling back, he brought the rifle from its perch on the railing and held it beside him on the floor (it was more than half his height, after all), leaning forward to inspect his work. Sure enough, the man he had been targeting now lay limp in his seat in a grande spattering of blood, and Faustino was pleased with himself. Standing as Donavan did, he grinned up at him. "Of course I wouldn't miss," he shot back quietly, knowing Donavan would have to address the crowd in a minute but needing to get in a comment about how pleased he was with himself first.
Sure enough, as the gun shot rang out, as the actor finished his line; even before the first scream sounded, a multitude of Berceuse Malheureuse streamed out into the isles of the theater, blocking the entrance to each row, holding the people in place. The target's family's shrieks could be heard above the rest of the din, and the unfortunate innocents seated near the man clambered over their seats, forcing their way into the other rows where everyone was standing, panicking, unable to leave. The actors had cleared off the stage, and Donavan sighed, taking in the chaos a moment longer before turning to Faustino with a grin. "I knew you wouldn't. You're my best shot." He folded his arms and turned back to the audience as a member of his organization climbed into the spotlight rig, sent its operator plummeting a hundred feet to the floor, and focused the beam on the balcony as Donavan stood to address the audience.
"No need to panic." Donavan announced. "That man was guilty of innumerable offences against our new, fine government. We, the Berceuse Malheureuse, have humbly taken it upon ourselves to eliminate such dissenters and disturbers of the peace. If you are afraid of our presence, it is only because you harbor some kind of dissatisfaction; the innocent among you need not be afraid." He paused, smirking, as Berceuse Malheureuse seeped into section B, row 5 to apprehend the dead man's family. "Please, by all means, let the play continue, and in fact, I would like no one to leave until after we've seen the conclusion of this masterpiece. I'm very sorry for the disruption. You'll receive a replacement ticket, our gift to you, in the mail with in the week. Thank you." He clapped his hands once, and his men backstage ushered the frightened actors back onto the stage as the spotlight moved back to it's proper place.
Faustino always felt a little bad for all the people who were frightened when they did things like this... after all, he could remember when he was frightened of killing, too. But Donavan, of course, spoke eloquently as always, and Faustino felt completely guilt-free as they sat down once again to finish watching the play. As time went on, it became apparent that the actors were still a bit in shock; the acting wasn't nearly so good as before they had interrupted, but they would probably end up seeing it again, anyway, so Faustino wasn't really worried. Being together with Donavan was enough to make him happy, and, contented, he sat through the rest of the play, painful as it may have been.
When the play finished, Donavan had his men hold the audience a little longer just so that he and Faustino could leave arm in arm unimpeded. They walked out briskly into the warm summer night and Donavan grinned broadly at their success. A celebration—a reward for Faustino’s performance—was certainly in order. “Why don’t we go for some ice cream, Faustino? There’s a good parlor not too far from here that should still be open. What do you think?” He slipped Faustino’s arm out of his, taking his hand instead and squeezing it lightly in his own.
"Oh, yay! Thank you, Donavan!" Faustino chimed, grinning as he squeezed Donavan's hand back, following him. Faustino, of course, didn't mind his work, but a reward from Donavan was always nice... not that he wasn't spoiled enough already as it was. But Faustino could never say no to sweets, especially not sweets as a reward that he would get to eat with Donavan... to Faustino, that as ideal. As they approached the building, Faustino stopped, holding onto Donavan's hand and forcing him to stop, as well, so that Faustino could tug on his arm to pull him down while standing on his toes to place a kiss on Donavan's cheek. "You're the best."
“And you deserve nothing less.” Donavan smirked, catching Faustino under the arms and holding him up on his toes so that he could press an aggressive kiss to his lips. Breaking it, he let Faustino down and grinned and took his hand again as he opened to door and moved to the counter. It looked as if the place was about to be closing, but almost everyone in the city knew and feared the Berceuse Malheureuse and its top members, so the remaining clerk immediately abandoned his closing work and snapped to attention.
“What can I get for you, gentlemen?” He asked nervously, glancing for Donavan to Faustino, as if unable to decide between the two of them who was most likely to kill him if he upset either of them.
“Strawberry sherbet, for me, please.” Donavan ordered, placing his free hand on his hip and pushing back his jacket so the clerk could see just how heavily armed he was. Donavan liked watching men like him squirm. “I’m glad we caught you. We’ve just come from a job, you see, so I hope you don’t mind staying open a little later than usual?”
“Oh, no, certainly not. My pleasure.” The clerk said hastily and then preceded to fidget shakily as he waited for the next order, his eyes flicking uneasily to the weapons that hung at Donavan’s side.
Faustino grinned for a moment in amusement before his expression melted back into one of childish delight at the prospect of ice cream. "I'd like chocolate, please! With chocolate shavings and strawberries and chocolate syrup and powdered sugar on top!" Bubbling just at the thought of the treat, he looked up to Donavan, with a bright smile. "Let's share, okay?" It was times like these that Faustino loved, when he could just be happy and not have to worry about being a grown up or frightening people.
Donavan watched as the man hurried to prepare their treats, then turned back to Faustino with a smile. “All right, that sounds good. Chocolate and strawberry go so well together, after all.” He licked his lips in anticipation and led Faustino to the counter, taking a seat. When the dishes were presented, he looked over Fuastino’s, evaluating the assortment of toppings approvingly, then sat back to watch him enjoy his treat. As much as Donavan liked ice cream, there was nothing he relished more than watching Faustino enjoy himself with sweets.
Grinning at Donavan briefly, Faustino lifted his spoon and immediately began to eat, letting his eyes fall shut as he enjoyed the taste for a moment. It really was delicious... Donavan, of course, was right. "It's really good!" he reported, taking a few more bites before scooping a large spoonful, making sure to get all the toppings on and holding it out towards Donavan's mouth. "Open up, Donavan~" he chimed, "Have a taste, it's really good~!"
Donavan smiled and opened his mouth, leaning forward to take the bit Faustino offered, holding his gaze. He then licked his lips slowly, sitting back and savoring the combination of flavors. Faustino had good taste, and even though Donavan generally preferred fruit to chocolate, he had to admit the combination was delicious. “That is good.” Donavan agreed, nodding. He looked down at his own dish and scooped out a spoonful, then paused to look back at Faustino. “Do you want to try mine?”
"Yes, please!" Faustino replied enthusiastically, opening his mouth and allowing Donavan to put the spoon in, enjoying the taste. Licking his lips, he grinned, nodding. "That's really good, too! Sometime, we should get a sundae together and split it, so we can both share!" Turning back to his ice cream, he began to eat hurriedly again, realizing it would probably melt soon.
Donavan nodded, unable to keep himself from imagining Faustino eating the banana… He smirked deviously at the thought and returned his attention to Faustino and the ice cream he was currently eating with gusto, watching for just a moment before starting on his own. When he was about half way through his strawberry and Faustino was almost done, Donavan set his spoon down and smirked once more, folding his hands neatly on the counter in front of him. “Can I have another bit of yours?” He’d timed the question just perfectly so that Faustino’s mouth was full and he was unable to answer. Before he could swallow, Donavan leaned forward and kissed him forcefully; tasting the chocolate on his lips, then coaxing them open, deepening the kiss so that he could get the full flavor. Chocolate, Donavan had decided, tasted even better mixed with Faustino’s flavor.
Faustino was startled when Donavan kissed him, and his eyes widened before he let them fall shut, enjoying the kiss. Still, it seemed a little random and unexpected, and so, when they broke apart, though he was flushed and panting slightly, he gave Donavan a stern look. "Donavan... if you just asked, you could have had some the normal way, you know," he pointed out, waving his spoon reproachfully in Donavan's direction.
“I know,” Donavan agreed smugly, licking his lips. Faustino could be so naïve sometimes…it only made Donavan want to defile him further. “But I wouldn’t have enjoyed it nearly as much.” He laughed lowly and shot a glance at the clerk, who stood, looking rather scandalized, as far away as he could. The man snapped to attention when he realized Donavan was looking at him, and quickly spun, going to work on some dishes that appeared to have already been cleaned. Donavan laughed again a little louder as he thought about shooting the clerk for his impertinence—instead, he finished his ice cream. “Almost ready?” Donavan asked, turning to Faustino after scraping out the last bit of his dessert.
Faustino nodded quickly, finishing his ice cream as well before standing. "I'm ready!" he announced, taking Donavan's hand and smiling sweetly. "Thanks so much for treating me, Donavan... it was great!" Today had, all in all, been a good day... he had done well at his work and gotten to go out with Donavan for a treat. Still, Faustino hoped that the good day wasn't quite over yet, and so he waited for Donavan, hoping he was thinking the same.
Donavan smiled and paid the bill before leading Faustino back out into the evening where one of Donavan’s men was waiting with the car. Sex was never far from Donavan’s mind, of course, and he was more than happy to continue the night’s celebration for as long as Faustino had it in him, starting as soon as possible. As soon as they reached the D’Aubigne manor, Donavan carried Faustino, half-clothed, from the automobile to their bedroom and wasted no time in finishing what they’d already started.
Donavan always felt restless when there was no work to be done; since their last extremely successful execution of the Beaumont Loyalist in the theater, there had been no news of any dissenters and it left the Berceuse Malheureuse with little more than petty crimes and fraudulent persecutions to keep them busy. It left Donavan feeling bored and without any activity into which he could dedicate his energies. With no particular need of his services, Donavan was left to prowl and brood; when he thought too much, he thought of Dragomir, and when left to his own devices, he picked up whores. It was a rotten combination, and it always left him feeling starved for more.
In the past, it had been easy to pay Dragomir a short visit, and that had somehow always helped him to unwind. But Dragomir was gone now, and when he sunk into such a state of deprived desperation, Donavan thoroughly regretted the termination of his favorite toy. Bitterly, Donavan tried to ride out his depression; he knew it was temporary, and yet all the same, each successive bout of regrets became more difficult to endure than the first, and after a while, Donavan found himself in a near-frenzy as he tried to find a solution. The whores all bored him and Faustino was…Donavan didn’t want to drag him into it. No, there was only one feasible option that remained… Algernon still kept Niles Christian locked up somewhere, and though to Donavan, he was physically unappealing, there was a certain allure to violating something that had once belonged to Dragomir… It was possible that Christian could be just the cure he was looking for.
Sighing, Donavan turned from the window out which he’d been staring, without seeing anything, back to the table to the breakfast he was sharing with Faustino. “I think I’ll go to the palace today.” He stated plainly, moving to rest his elbows on the edge of the table, feigning his general interference to the matter.
Faustino was startled and upset by Donavan's sudden announcement, though, with Donavan's recent current brooding behaviour, Faustino had been fearing it would be coming sooner or later. Though, it was true, Dragomir was dead, and Faustino was glad for it, he knew Donavan sometimes, though less often, went to see other people in the palace for sexual reasons. Though Faustino had more than a sneaking suspicion that sometimes, when they got bored of their meetings, Donavan and the Commandant had sex, he was sure that, at times like these, he went after that wretched, disgusting Christian. Faustino hated to think about it, and he knew that he had to put a stop to it before Donavan left. Over the years, Faustino had become well versed in what worked and what didn't, and so, immediately, he put himself to work.
Reaching for a banana and beginning to peel it, Faustino pouted, looking back up into Donavan's eyes. "Okay... but... do you have to go Donavan...?" he whined, bringing the banana to his lips and licking the tip of it softly. "I'll just be so lonely without you..." Looking down with his best sad face, he slowly put the banana into his mouth, slowly taking it in and letting his eyes fall shut for a moment before chewing, putting back on his cutest pouty face.
Faustino’s tone and actions immediately caught and held Donavan’s attention; he sat up a little straighter and watched as Faustino’s mouth moved over the banana. He swallowed, imagining something else entirely in place of the fruit and shifted in his seat. “I wouldn’t be gone long…” Donavan offered, summoning up a slight smile. “I’d be back before tonight. I could never leave you all along for too long, you know.” He laughed lowly. If only he didn’t have to leave at all…Faustino, when he was like that…fucking him would’ve been enough, except that Donavan was in no position to be with someone he loved now. No, he was too horny and depressed—the combination was never a good one. “I’d get lonely too, if I did.”
"Okay..." Faustino replied, finishing the fruit before rising and following Donavan into the parlour. "It's still such a long time for you to be gone, though..." As Donavan sat down to put his boots on, Faustino perched himself on the arm of the chair, but instead of sitting the normal way, he swung one leg over to straddle it, leaning forward a little and peering into Donavan's eyes sidewardly with another pout. "And I'm going to be aaaaaall by mysellllllllf...."
“Well,” Donavan grunted, watching the way Faustino moved against the chair’s arm. He stiffened, trying not to think about how suggestive his actions where… Faustino…he couldn’t possibly know what he was doing…the way he was acting and what he was implying. As much as he needed now—as much as he wanted someone…he would love to have Faustino. But it…no, he didn’t want to submit Faustino to his current desperation. He didn’t know what he was doing—neither of them did. “Well,” Donavan said again, steadying his voice to the best of his ability as he stood, turning away from Faustino. “You could always…I dunno… We have lots of women?” He turned and smiled dumbly at Faustino, trying his hardest not to actually see him…to not think about how badly he wanted him.
"I don't like women," Faustino pouted back, slowly sliding off the chair with a seductive roll of his hips paired with an utterly innocent facial expression. "You know that, Donavan. You know I don't want anybody but you." Looking up at Donavan pitifully, he brought one hand to his lips, giving him his best irresistible-cute-childish-adorable-fuck-me pout and bringing the other hand to twirl a strand of his hair around his finger while shifting his weight back and forth, swaying his hips subtly. "Do you haaaaaave to go, Donavan?"
Donavan cleared his throat and adjusted the way his knickers hung on his hips; they were growing entirely too tight for comfort. He laughed again, this time his voice was husky and was likely to have entirely given him away, hopefully Faustino wouldn’t notice. “I don’t know. You’re making it awfully difficult…” He caught Faustino under the chin and tilted his face up so that Donavan could look down into his eyes and study the adorable way in which he held his lips, the slightest flush apparent on his cheeks… So innocent…so fuckable. Donavan could give in, right there and then. He probably would. He hardly felt he was in good enough condition to go all the way to the palace now—he couldn't wait that long! “If I did stay,” Donavan smirked, narrowing his eyes, “I think I might need some kind of consolation.”
Faustino fought hard to hold back a smirk; part one of his plan had worked entirely. He knew he knew Donavan well enough to get exactly what he wanted... he couldn't be straight forward with Donavan. He simply had to know which buttons to push. "What sort of consolation, Donavan?" he asked utterly innocently, with his widest, most adorable eyes, "because I really want you to stay..."
“Do you?” Donavan asked, moving his hand so that he held Faustino’s cheek softly. “I really do think it would be better if I left.” Donavan sighed, his expression becoming momentarily serious. “But I can’t say no to you.” He bent forward and captured Faustino’s lips in an aggressive kiss, forcing entrance almost immediately. His other hand slid down to Faustino’s waist to pull him forward roughly against his own body, grinding slightly against him and breaking the kiss with a low grunt “Still want me to stay?” Donavan asked gruffly, moving his face down and biting Faustino on the neck. He’d made it clear now what he needed to have if he was going to stay; Donavan wouldn’t be able to go now, no matter what Faustino said, and that was that problem. He should have gone…but it was too late now. He couldn’t be gentle, not in this state—he would just have to hope Faustino was up for it.
"D-Donavan--" Faustino stuttered, making his voice extra pathetic for effect, "I... I want you to stay..." He hitched his breath, his face melting into one of piteous insecurity. "But-- but Donavan..." Squirming in Donavan's arms, just enough to be believable but not enough to make anywhere near a difference, he pretended to try to pull away slightly. After all, Donavan obviously wanted it rough, wanted to force his control, and Faustino would give him what he wanted, more than willingly. "Please, Donavan--!" he cut off in feigned surprise as Donavan bit him, and let out a small whimper. Things were going exactly as planned.
Donavan smirked against Faustino’s skin as he struggled, tightening his grasp on Faustino’s arms to keep him in place. He didn’t want to hurt him—he would never hurt him—but some things just had to be done. Faustino would be all right in the long run; after all, who wasn’t ready for a good fuck any time, any place? He’d have to get used that sort of mindset sooner or later because that was simply how Donavan had always operated. He licked the spot on Faustino’s neck, watching for a few seconds as it flushed, then moved up, back to Faustino’s lips. He kissed him as gently as he could force himself to go, then opened his eyes and looked into Faustino’s. “If you want me to stay,” Donavan murmured, slowly pressing forward against Faustino, forcing him to back towards the wall, “this is how it’s going to be.” When he had Faustino pinned, he smirked and kissed him again roughly, trailing his hands down Faustino’s body, starting by pushing his jacket off of his shoulders, then moving down lower and untucking his shirt, pausing to press against him through his knickers. “You understand, don’t you, Faustino?” He asked huskily, once again pressing himself against Faustino forcibly enough to let out small gasp at the friction.
Faustino squirmed again weakly as Donavan pressed him against the wall, internally pleased with his own performance. "I... I understand..." he breathed feebly, giving Donavan one last pathetic look before letting his head fall limply back against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut. As much as Faustino really was rather enjoying himself, for Donavan, he would play the weak victim, he would cry and whimper and beg just like he knew Donavan wanted. It didn't really bother him, in the end, and if he could give Donavan what he wanted, perhaps he'd be less likely to run off after Christian in the future. As Donavan continued to undress him, he struggled a little again, clutching at Donavan in what he hoped seemed like an unsure sort of way. "Donavan--" he gasped pitifully, but cut himself off, letting out another whimper.
“Come on now,” Donavan tried to be reassuring, but he was entirely too preoccupied with unbuttoning Faustino’s shirt—his mind was focused only on the prospect of satisfying his now overwhelming need. “It’s not really that bad, is it?” Donavan asked, shrugging out of his own jacket and hastily pulling out his shirt now that Faustino’s was open. He knew he had to pace himself to make sure he didn’t accidentally hurt him…but if he had to break, he might as well work on something useful. A few useful things accomplished, Donavan gave up and moved back to Faustino, tracing his hands down Faustino’s chest, admiring, as he always did, the way that with each passing year, Faustino’s body changed and developed; his muscles slowly taking shape, his soft boyish body gradually transforming, becoming firm and lithe. Donavan smirked at his own hungry observations, noting with satisfaction that Faustino’s developing muscles weren’t the only part of him becoming hard. Moving back up, he placed and insubstantial kiss on Faustino’s lips before pulling back, just enough to speak. “You’re enjoying it well enough,” Donavan growled deviously, patting Faustino’s erection teasingly for emphasis. “I can tell.”
Faustino did his best blush-on-command, though he didn't know how much of a difference it made, with his face already so hot... It always got so much harder to play a part when he was already losing himself so entirely to the pleasure Donavan was giving him. "I-- you..." he gasped breathily, still squirming slightly even as he mewled at the feeling, "If... if it's you, Donavan... I just... I can't..." Cutting himself off with a weak cry, he looked pitifully up at Donavan for a moment before letting his eyes fall shut again. He wasn't quite as incoherent as he made himself seem... but it never hurt to play less controlled than he really was. And besides, it was true, no matter what the circumstances, Faustino always loved being with Donavan.
“You can’t help yourself?” Donavan filled in for Faustino slyly, smirking as he moved his hands to the waistband of Faustino’s knickers, beginning to undo the buttons and forcing himself to savor it. He liked knowing he had such a sway over Faustino, and he smirked all the broader, taking his eyes away from Faustino’s delightfully flushed and embarrassed face, licking his lips as his eyes followed the progress of his hands in sliding the knickers down off of Faustino’s hips. He chuckled, running a hand lightly against Faustino’s erection and letting the knickers fall to the ground. “Don’t worry Faustino, we’ll take care of that.” Donavan said almost patronizingly, watching as Faustino squirmed when he moved his hand away, slipping it into his own pocket only to extract the small bottle of lube he always carried with him. He laughed again, holding it up for Faustino to see for just a minute before moving to slip out of his own overly tight knickers. Stepping out of them, he pressed Faustino against the wall, hard, and lifted him by his arms, bracing him against the smooth surface and grinding their hips together as he let out a low moan.
"D--Donavan!" Faustino gasped, clutching at Donavan's back and arching against him as best he could while being pressed so tightly against the wall. Faustino didn't particularly like being fucked against a wall, simply because it left him with quite a few bruises afterwards, but he knew it was better than letting Donavan run off with someone else, and so he did his best not to think about it, trying to lose himself entirely in Donavan.
Donavan shifted Faustino’s weight to one arm as he tugged the cap off the bottle with his teeth, maneuvering slightly to spread the substance over his fingers. Bracing Faustino with his hips, Donavan let out a small hiss at the pressure and moved his slickened fingers to Faustino’s opening, pressing them inside with no warning. His lips found Faustino’s as he scissored and spread the digits, stretching Faustino with the haste of need. Donavan ground their hips together once more and broke the kiss with another moan, curling his fingers inward expertly for Faustino’s benefit, even as incoherent desire began to overtake him.
Faustino couldn't help it; he cried out loudly as he felt Donavan hit that one spot, his arms tightening around Donavan's neck as his head fell back against the wall. "Donavan--" he managed to gasp out again, feeling altogether incoherent and forgetting entirely about the wall and bruises and everything else. He needed Donavan inside of him, now. "Please-- hurry..."
Donavan gasped and nodded in response, applying the lube as quickly as he could to his own length and tossing the bottle aside with little regard for the fact that it remained capless. Shifting Faustino again, Donavan lined himself up with his opening and eased forward gently, pressing Faustino against the wall and moaning as he squeezed his eyes shut, unable to keep quiet at the immensely pleasurable sensation. Pausing for a split second only, Donavan rolled his hips, sliding slowly out before thrusting forward once more, gasping and relishing the way Faustino felt around him—tight and hot as ever—just what Donavan had been needing so desperately.
Faustino gasped loudly at the feeling of Donavan suddely inside of him, moving to knot his fingers in Donavan's hair. Even in his current mental state, he remembered what he was doing, and he knew what Donavan would like... what would hopefully keep Donavan home next time, instead of seeking out some unwilling party. "Donavan... deeper inside me-- so good..." he managed, trailing of into a high-pitched cry. "Please... Donavan--"
Donavan smirked through his euphoric haze and opened his eyes just enough to look at Faustino and watch as he thrust forward again even harder than before. “Like this?” Donavan asked, huskily, trying to coax a little more out of Faustino. The contrast of his adorably innocent face begging to be fucked harder was a sight Donavan could never have enough of. He pulled back once more before Faustino could answer, then thrust forward, gasping, establishing a rhythm, and enjoying himself entirely too much just to tease.
"Y-yes!" Faustino cried, arching against Donavan as best he could while being pressed against the wall. Wrapping his legs around Donavan's waist, he couldn't hold back anymore, he let out another high pitched moan, losing himself entirely, forgetting his worries and everything else. "Yes, please, Donavan-- more--!" he choked out, disentangling one of his arms from Donavan in order to touch his own erection and letting out another yelp of pleasure at the combined sensation. "More-- please..."
In response, Donavan picked up the pace slightly and adjusted the angle of his thrusts for greater control and accuracy, aiming to maximize the pleasurable sensations for them both. It wasn’t often that he let himself go with such abandon when with Faustino, and the pure novelty made Donavan all the hungrier for more. Still, he knew to keep himself in total control; this was Faustino, after all, his Faustino, and Donavan couldn’t stand the idea of causing him any real harm. Nevertheless, the illusion of rough sex could be maintained—could be made to satisfy his desire for violence—just so long as Faustino didn’t know the difference.
"Donavan!" Faustino nearly screamed, clutching at Donavan's back with his free hand and tightening his legs around Donavan's waist. Donavan was rarely this rough with him, and Faustino was thoroughly enjoying it. A few more minutes, and he was already losing control, and no matter how hard he tried to hold out, he was coming, another cry of Donavan's name on his lips, before collapsing forward against Donavans chest.
Donavan shivered, watching as Faustino came, relishing his cries, and moaning lowly at the exquisite feeling of Faustino’s muscles spasming around him. With another thrust forward, Donavan came, spilling his seed deep inside of Faustino and gasping as he searched for Faustino’s lips. He captured them in a kiss, and gently coaxed his lips apart; Donavan had what he wanted, he was satisfied, all thanks to Faustino—he owed it to him to be sweet now. He shifted Faustino in his arms again, gently lifting him off of the wall and carrying him back to the chair, taking a seat with Faustino still cradled against him. “Sorry about that.” Donavan chuckled lowly, smirking with satisfaction and not really sorry at all. “I stayed, at least.” Donavan offered his only justification, placing another soft kiss on Faustino’s lips.
Faustino smiled softly, looking up at Donavan with a sigh. "Thank you for staying... I don't mind doing anything, if you'll stay with me, Donavan." He kept that fact that he really liked it to himself; if Donavan felt even slightly guilty, it was leverage for Faustino to get what he wanted later. Sighing again as he caught his breath, he snuggled into Donavan's chest, comfortable in his embrace. "I always want you to stay with me... because I love you," he murmured contentedly. "So I'll do anything..."
“I love you too,” Donavan murmured, trailing a few more kisses down Faustino’s neck. “I’m glad I stayed.” He admitted after a moment, only just realizing it was the truth. He looked back up into Faustino’s eyes, smiling genuinely. “You don’t have to do anything, you know, Faustino…” His smile fell, as the guilt flooded into him. He hadn’t made any mistakes, he was certain, but he still had to check… “You—you’re alright, right?” He laughed nervously, then added knowingly, using his arrogance to cover up his worries. “I know you enjoyed it.”
Faustino gave his cutest tired smile, leaning up to place a soft kiss on Donavan's cheek. "I'm always happy being with you," he replied genuinely. "I'm perfectly okay, so don't worry... and now matter what, of course, I'd still do anything for you."
“Thanks,” Donavan smiled again and kissed Faustino once more. “You look pretty tired, though. You want to take a nap?” He stood, holding Faustino a little tighter as he moved across the room. “I’ll tuck you in.”
Yawning, Faustino nodded. "Yeah... but... Donavan... wake me up for lunch, 'kay...? I don't wanna be sleeping all day..." Still, he couldn't help it, Donavan really had tired him out, and he was ready to go to sleep at least for a little bit. "Only a little nap... 'kay...?"
“Okay.” Donavan smiled, nuzzling Faustino lightly as he ascended the stairs. “I’ll wake you up, don’t worry…” He set Faustino down gently, pushing back the covers and pulling them up to Faustino’s chin. “And…” Donavan began, “If, after lunch, you’ve had enough rest…” He smirked again, lifting his brows, and ran his hand down Faustino’s still bare chest suggestively.
Faustino let out a tired laugh, nodding as he smiled for a moment up at Donavan before letting his eyes fall shut. "Of course... I love you, Donavan," he murmured, even as he began to drift off feeling pleased with himself. He had won, after all, Donavan had stayed with him, and that was certainly enough for Faustino.
Times when there wasn't much of anything to do but yet he was oligated to be someplce for work were possibly the most boring, and. unfortunately, now was one of those times. He was sitting around in a stupid old run down storefront with six of his most obnoxious underlings, who were currenly bickering over dice and who owed who more money. Faustino tried to drown them out with his own thoughts as he stared boredly out the window, playing with his gun between his hands, but it was next to impossible. The argument shifted from dice to cards, then to women, then degraded to insults to one another's mother, and finally, seeing as that was a touchy subject for Faustino, he had just plain had enough.
Shooting a warning shot into the decaying ceiling, he glared at the men. "Shut the fuck up," he spat irritatedly, giving them a warning look before looking back to the window. At least now hopefully he'd have peace and quiet.
“Or what?” one of the men jeered, “You’ll shoot another hole in the ceiling?”
Emblazoned by his companion’s outburst, another added, “Yeah! Why should we have to listen to you, anyway? Ya damned brat!” He got to his feet and slammed his fist onto the table; all the men around him had their hands on their guns, and his strayed to his weapon as well.
“Donavan’s not here to protect you, little boy,” another man sneered, standing as well and taking his gun from his holster, “and we’ve had just about enough of following your fucking orders.”
Donavan heard his name and paused at the door; the job was finished, they could leave now, if they wanted, but Donavan was curious to see how the scene would play out… He didn’t care if he lost a few men in the process—Faustino would teach them a lesson, at the very least.
“We don’t take orders from Donavan’s bitches, so why should we listen to you?” The jeering continued. Stealing a glance inside, Donavan realized they were all standing now, tense, waiting for an excuse to fire. Donavan waited, just as eager as his men were to see Faustino in action. He however, unlike the useless grunts, was under no delusions as to who the victor of the fight would be in the end.
Faustino glowered, now thoroughly pissed off. As if being disrespected wasn't bas enugh, being compared to Donavan's stupid whores... it was too much. Remaining perfectly still for another moment, he gathered himself, then, all of a sudden, jumped up, nimbly making his way behind the closest of his opponents before anyone could move. Grabbing the man's body from behind, he shot him in the back before switching his gun to his left hand and placing his right hand over than man's right hand, sliding his finger overtop of the one already against the trigger. Using the body as a shield to the shots that were now being fired at him, Faustino lifted the man's arm and fired his gun alongside of Faustino's own, taking two of the other men down immediately. As a third approached, he threw he body at him, knocking him off his balance before firing a shot through both the corpse and his newest victim.
With only two men left, Faustino reached to his hip for his knife as he fired two shots at his closer opponent, then throwing it at the last man. It hit him square in the forehead, killing him instantly, and Faustino sighed. Though that was entertaining, Donavan was probably going to be irritated at him for killing everyone... and now he wa all bloody, from using the body as a shield. He would have to get new clothes... today was just not a good day.
Donavan laughed loudly, kicking the door open and stepping inside, smirking. “Nicely done,” Donavan whistled as he surveyed the carnage, clapping amusedly. “I’m impressed… Though I do believe it would have done more good to leave one of them alive—cowering in fear, of course—to warn the rest of them not to cross you.” Donavan shrugged and began pushing the money the dead men had left on the table into a pile. “I guess it doesn’t really matter. Word will spread well enough as it is… Though had you left one alive, it would have spared me the chore of finding at least one replacement.” He scooped the money into his pocket and went back to smirking at Faustino, folding his arms over his chest. “If your temper wasn’t so endearing, I think I might be pissed.”
Faustino pouted, knowing Donavan could never be upset with him when he pouted. "They said mean things about me, Donavan. They compared me to..." he hated to say it, and looked down, biting his lip, "they called me one of your whores." Teary-eyed and flushed, he looked back up to Donavan giving his most pathetic expression. "What was I supposed to do? I had to kill them, Donavan!"
“I know,” Donavan replied, trying to sound comforting as he moved to Faustino’s side and knelt so they were eye to eye. “I heard. I’m sorry.” He wiped away Faustino’s tears and smiled gently, taking his hands into his own. “I don’t blame you. They shouldn’t have said that about you—if any of them had half a brain, they would be able to tell how much more you are than that, and, of course, how much better you are then them.” Donavan grinned and stood up, leading Faustino towards the door. “Hopefully their replacements will be more intelligent.” Donavan said lightly, holding the door for Faustino. “We’re done here. I imagine you want to get cleaned up, right?”
Faustino nodded, hanging close to Donavan's side. "Yes... they made me ruin my clothes, and they were so annoying..." Looking up at Donavan pitifully, he pouted again, wanting to be cheered up. "Can we do something fun now? Like... like eat a snack or something? I don't know... it just made me upset... is all..."
“Yeah, of course.” Donavan nodded. “We can do whatever you like.” They made their way out of the run down building and turned down the street, heading back into the nicer part of town. “How would you like to make a stop at the tailor’s and see if we can’t get something nice to replace this outfit?” Donavan asked with a grin, indicating the bloodstained garment Faustino was wearing. “Cousin Perceval has another party coming up, too, and we’ll both need something new for that. What do you say?”
"Oh!" Faustino brightened, smiling and nodding. "I'd love that! Thanks, Donavan!" A little bit of the life coming back to his step, he swing the hand Donavan held back and forth as he walked, adding thoughtfully, "I think I'd like to wear something white this time. M. Mauvais is always wearing white, and it looks so good on him, don't you think? Besides, it is a garden party, so it should be something springy, right?" He grinned, looking back up at Donavan, feeling much better already. Even when he was really feeling down, it seemed, Donavan alway knew how to cheer him up.
Donavan gave Faustino’s hand a squeeze and his grin broadened. “I think you’d look even better in white then Perceval.” He laughed. “I forgot that it was a garden party, though. He has so many I can’t be bothered to keep track.” Donavan sighed jokingly and steered them down a side street that he knew to be a shortcut. “You look amazing in whatever you wear, though, Faustino, so pick out anything you like.” Smirking, Donavan added, “My one condition is that it’s easy to take off… You know, just in case the party gets too boring for either of our tastes.”
Faustino laughed, shaking his head. "I know you'll be able to get it off, no matter what it is," he replied with a grin, "You're very persistent that way." Squeezing Donavan's hand, his smile softened, and he added, "But... thank you. If you think I look good, Donavan... then that's all that matters to me."
Alternate Ending, Part 4
Claimer: Our shota and stuff :D;
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Shota, m/m sex, violence, language, everything, you know XD;
“Section B, row 5,” Donavan breathed, leaning to his right where Faustino sat beside him so that he could lower his voice further and still be heard over the lead actor’s soliloquy. “Seat 12. Don’t miss.” Donavan straightened, and flicked the opera glasses he needed both to spot their target and to watch the play from the highest balcony. Unfortunately, he’d lost a good deal of the story to signaling and preparing for the hit they were about to make, but it was a new play—he’d have plenty of opportunities to see it again, and next time he took Faustino to the theater, it would be for pleasure, not for work, and they could get a much closer seat. Perhaps, even, in the middle of section B, around row 5; there was likely to still be blood staining the seats, but what did that matter to them?
The Berceuse Malheureuse now existed to dispose of the trash leftover from the Beaumont monarchy, purging Algernon’s new government of both suspected and confirmed dissenters—be them state official or lowly merchant. The work was bloody, but their particular skills lent them well to the occupation, and the populace had already grown accustomed to the new role of the Berceuse Malheureuse, obsequiously allowing members of their own to systematically eliminated for even the slightest evidence of malcontent. The people’s fear of the Berceuse Malheureuse made them delightfully docile and easy to control.
They did their job flawlessly, and their work suited them; it was only right that next time, when Donavan and Faustino could take the day off, that they should take in the play from one of the best seats in the house, section B, row 5, seat 12—the one currently occupied by the former Beaumont Loyalist, Henri Ramsden, and perhaps one of the best in the house—though that distinction would not remain for much longer, for the death of such a man was likely to discourage prospective play–viewers from that particular section of the theater. Not to mention ruin the upholstery. Donavan smirked at his own morbid train of thought and glanced from the stage to seat 12 in anticipation of the hit Faustino was about to complete; his cue was in the next line.
Leaning a little further over the edge of the balcony railing, Faustino nodded slightly, not taking his eyes off of the target as he listened for his cue to pull the trigger. The weapon he held in his hands, balanced on the rail of the balcony, was a present from Donavan, a brand new sniper rifle, and Faustino was excited for the chance to try it out. Anxiously, he waited for the line he knew would come soon enough, his trigger finger twitchy, until finally, the actor on the stage unwittingly gave him the signal, and he fired one shot, knowing that was all he would need.
Pulling back, he brought the rifle from its perch on the railing and held it beside him on the floor (it was more than half his height, after all), leaning forward to inspect his work. Sure enough, the man he had been targeting now lay limp in his seat in a grande spattering of blood, and Faustino was pleased with himself. Standing as Donavan did, he grinned up at him. "Of course I wouldn't miss," he shot back quietly, knowing Donavan would have to address the crowd in a minute but needing to get in a comment about how pleased he was with himself first.
Sure enough, as the gun shot rang out, as the actor finished his line; even before the first scream sounded, a multitude of Berceuse Malheureuse streamed out into the isles of the theater, blocking the entrance to each row, holding the people in place. The target's family's shrieks could be heard above the rest of the din, and the unfortunate innocents seated near the man clambered over their seats, forcing their way into the other rows where everyone was standing, panicking, unable to leave. The actors had cleared off the stage, and Donavan sighed, taking in the chaos a moment longer before turning to Faustino with a grin. "I knew you wouldn't. You're my best shot." He folded his arms and turned back to the audience as a member of his organization climbed into the spotlight rig, sent its operator plummeting a hundred feet to the floor, and focused the beam on the balcony as Donavan stood to address the audience.
"No need to panic." Donavan announced. "That man was guilty of innumerable offences against our new, fine government. We, the Berceuse Malheureuse, have humbly taken it upon ourselves to eliminate such dissenters and disturbers of the peace. If you are afraid of our presence, it is only because you harbor some kind of dissatisfaction; the innocent among you need not be afraid." He paused, smirking, as Berceuse Malheureuse seeped into section B, row 5 to apprehend the dead man's family. "Please, by all means, let the play continue, and in fact, I would like no one to leave until after we've seen the conclusion of this masterpiece. I'm very sorry for the disruption. You'll receive a replacement ticket, our gift to you, in the mail with in the week. Thank you." He clapped his hands once, and his men backstage ushered the frightened actors back onto the stage as the spotlight moved back to it's proper place.
Faustino always felt a little bad for all the people who were frightened when they did things like this... after all, he could remember when he was frightened of killing, too. But Donavan, of course, spoke eloquently as always, and Faustino felt completely guilt-free as they sat down once again to finish watching the play. As time went on, it became apparent that the actors were still a bit in shock; the acting wasn't nearly so good as before they had interrupted, but they would probably end up seeing it again, anyway, so Faustino wasn't really worried. Being together with Donavan was enough to make him happy, and, contented, he sat through the rest of the play, painful as it may have been.
When the play finished, Donavan had his men hold the audience a little longer just so that he and Faustino could leave arm in arm unimpeded. They walked out briskly into the warm summer night and Donavan grinned broadly at their success. A celebration—a reward for Faustino’s performance—was certainly in order. “Why don’t we go for some ice cream, Faustino? There’s a good parlor not too far from here that should still be open. What do you think?” He slipped Faustino’s arm out of his, taking his hand instead and squeezing it lightly in his own.
"Oh, yay! Thank you, Donavan!" Faustino chimed, grinning as he squeezed Donavan's hand back, following him. Faustino, of course, didn't mind his work, but a reward from Donavan was always nice... not that he wasn't spoiled enough already as it was. But Faustino could never say no to sweets, especially not sweets as a reward that he would get to eat with Donavan... to Faustino, that as ideal. As they approached the building, Faustino stopped, holding onto Donavan's hand and forcing him to stop, as well, so that Faustino could tug on his arm to pull him down while standing on his toes to place a kiss on Donavan's cheek. "You're the best."
“And you deserve nothing less.” Donavan smirked, catching Faustino under the arms and holding him up on his toes so that he could press an aggressive kiss to his lips. Breaking it, he let Faustino down and grinned and took his hand again as he opened to door and moved to the counter. It looked as if the place was about to be closing, but almost everyone in the city knew and feared the Berceuse Malheureuse and its top members, so the remaining clerk immediately abandoned his closing work and snapped to attention.
“What can I get for you, gentlemen?” He asked nervously, glancing for Donavan to Faustino, as if unable to decide between the two of them who was most likely to kill him if he upset either of them.
“Strawberry sherbet, for me, please.” Donavan ordered, placing his free hand on his hip and pushing back his jacket so the clerk could see just how heavily armed he was. Donavan liked watching men like him squirm. “I’m glad we caught you. We’ve just come from a job, you see, so I hope you don’t mind staying open a little later than usual?”
“Oh, no, certainly not. My pleasure.” The clerk said hastily and then preceded to fidget shakily as he waited for the next order, his eyes flicking uneasily to the weapons that hung at Donavan’s side.
Faustino grinned for a moment in amusement before his expression melted back into one of childish delight at the prospect of ice cream. "I'd like chocolate, please! With chocolate shavings and strawberries and chocolate syrup and powdered sugar on top!" Bubbling just at the thought of the treat, he looked up to Donavan, with a bright smile. "Let's share, okay?" It was times like these that Faustino loved, when he could just be happy and not have to worry about being a grown up or frightening people.
Donavan watched as the man hurried to prepare their treats, then turned back to Faustino with a smile. “All right, that sounds good. Chocolate and strawberry go so well together, after all.” He licked his lips in anticipation and led Faustino to the counter, taking a seat. When the dishes were presented, he looked over Fuastino’s, evaluating the assortment of toppings approvingly, then sat back to watch him enjoy his treat. As much as Donavan liked ice cream, there was nothing he relished more than watching Faustino enjoy himself with sweets.
Grinning at Donavan briefly, Faustino lifted his spoon and immediately began to eat, letting his eyes fall shut as he enjoyed the taste for a moment. It really was delicious... Donavan, of course, was right. "It's really good!" he reported, taking a few more bites before scooping a large spoonful, making sure to get all the toppings on and holding it out towards Donavan's mouth. "Open up, Donavan~" he chimed, "Have a taste, it's really good~!"
Donavan smiled and opened his mouth, leaning forward to take the bit Faustino offered, holding his gaze. He then licked his lips slowly, sitting back and savoring the combination of flavors. Faustino had good taste, and even though Donavan generally preferred fruit to chocolate, he had to admit the combination was delicious. “That is good.” Donavan agreed, nodding. He looked down at his own dish and scooped out a spoonful, then paused to look back at Faustino. “Do you want to try mine?”
"Yes, please!" Faustino replied enthusiastically, opening his mouth and allowing Donavan to put the spoon in, enjoying the taste. Licking his lips, he grinned, nodding. "That's really good, too! Sometime, we should get a sundae together and split it, so we can both share!" Turning back to his ice cream, he began to eat hurriedly again, realizing it would probably melt soon.
Donavan nodded, unable to keep himself from imagining Faustino eating the banana… He smirked deviously at the thought and returned his attention to Faustino and the ice cream he was currently eating with gusto, watching for just a moment before starting on his own. When he was about half way through his strawberry and Faustino was almost done, Donavan set his spoon down and smirked once more, folding his hands neatly on the counter in front of him. “Can I have another bit of yours?” He’d timed the question just perfectly so that Faustino’s mouth was full and he was unable to answer. Before he could swallow, Donavan leaned forward and kissed him forcefully; tasting the chocolate on his lips, then coaxing them open, deepening the kiss so that he could get the full flavor. Chocolate, Donavan had decided, tasted even better mixed with Faustino’s flavor.
Faustino was startled when Donavan kissed him, and his eyes widened before he let them fall shut, enjoying the kiss. Still, it seemed a little random and unexpected, and so, when they broke apart, though he was flushed and panting slightly, he gave Donavan a stern look. "Donavan... if you just asked, you could have had some the normal way, you know," he pointed out, waving his spoon reproachfully in Donavan's direction.
“I know,” Donavan agreed smugly, licking his lips. Faustino could be so naïve sometimes…it only made Donavan want to defile him further. “But I wouldn’t have enjoyed it nearly as much.” He laughed lowly and shot a glance at the clerk, who stood, looking rather scandalized, as far away as he could. The man snapped to attention when he realized Donavan was looking at him, and quickly spun, going to work on some dishes that appeared to have already been cleaned. Donavan laughed again a little louder as he thought about shooting the clerk for his impertinence—instead, he finished his ice cream. “Almost ready?” Donavan asked, turning to Faustino after scraping out the last bit of his dessert.
Faustino nodded quickly, finishing his ice cream as well before standing. "I'm ready!" he announced, taking Donavan's hand and smiling sweetly. "Thanks so much for treating me, Donavan... it was great!" Today had, all in all, been a good day... he had done well at his work and gotten to go out with Donavan for a treat. Still, Faustino hoped that the good day wasn't quite over yet, and so he waited for Donavan, hoping he was thinking the same.
Donavan smiled and paid the bill before leading Faustino back out into the evening where one of Donavan’s men was waiting with the car. Sex was never far from Donavan’s mind, of course, and he was more than happy to continue the night’s celebration for as long as Faustino had it in him, starting as soon as possible. As soon as they reached the D’Aubigne manor, Donavan carried Faustino, half-clothed, from the automobile to their bedroom and wasted no time in finishing what they’d already started.
Donavan always felt restless when there was no work to be done; since their last extremely successful execution of the Beaumont Loyalist in the theater, there had been no news of any dissenters and it left the Berceuse Malheureuse with little more than petty crimes and fraudulent persecutions to keep them busy. It left Donavan feeling bored and without any activity into which he could dedicate his energies. With no particular need of his services, Donavan was left to prowl and brood; when he thought too much, he thought of Dragomir, and when left to his own devices, he picked up whores. It was a rotten combination, and it always left him feeling starved for more.
In the past, it had been easy to pay Dragomir a short visit, and that had somehow always helped him to unwind. But Dragomir was gone now, and when he sunk into such a state of deprived desperation, Donavan thoroughly regretted the termination of his favorite toy. Bitterly, Donavan tried to ride out his depression; he knew it was temporary, and yet all the same, each successive bout of regrets became more difficult to endure than the first, and after a while, Donavan found himself in a near-frenzy as he tried to find a solution. The whores all bored him and Faustino was…Donavan didn’t want to drag him into it. No, there was only one feasible option that remained… Algernon still kept Niles Christian locked up somewhere, and though to Donavan, he was physically unappealing, there was a certain allure to violating something that had once belonged to Dragomir… It was possible that Christian could be just the cure he was looking for.
Sighing, Donavan turned from the window out which he’d been staring, without seeing anything, back to the table to the breakfast he was sharing with Faustino. “I think I’ll go to the palace today.” He stated plainly, moving to rest his elbows on the edge of the table, feigning his general interference to the matter.
Faustino was startled and upset by Donavan's sudden announcement, though, with Donavan's recent current brooding behaviour, Faustino had been fearing it would be coming sooner or later. Though, it was true, Dragomir was dead, and Faustino was glad for it, he knew Donavan sometimes, though less often, went to see other people in the palace for sexual reasons. Though Faustino had more than a sneaking suspicion that sometimes, when they got bored of their meetings, Donavan and the Commandant had sex, he was sure that, at times like these, he went after that wretched, disgusting Christian. Faustino hated to think about it, and he knew that he had to put a stop to it before Donavan left. Over the years, Faustino had become well versed in what worked and what didn't, and so, immediately, he put himself to work.
Reaching for a banana and beginning to peel it, Faustino pouted, looking back up into Donavan's eyes. "Okay... but... do you have to go Donavan...?" he whined, bringing the banana to his lips and licking the tip of it softly. "I'll just be so lonely without you..." Looking down with his best sad face, he slowly put the banana into his mouth, slowly taking it in and letting his eyes fall shut for a moment before chewing, putting back on his cutest pouty face.
Faustino’s tone and actions immediately caught and held Donavan’s attention; he sat up a little straighter and watched as Faustino’s mouth moved over the banana. He swallowed, imagining something else entirely in place of the fruit and shifted in his seat. “I wouldn’t be gone long…” Donavan offered, summoning up a slight smile. “I’d be back before tonight. I could never leave you all along for too long, you know.” He laughed lowly. If only he didn’t have to leave at all…Faustino, when he was like that…fucking him would’ve been enough, except that Donavan was in no position to be with someone he loved now. No, he was too horny and depressed—the combination was never a good one. “I’d get lonely too, if I did.”
"Okay..." Faustino replied, finishing the fruit before rising and following Donavan into the parlour. "It's still such a long time for you to be gone, though..." As Donavan sat down to put his boots on, Faustino perched himself on the arm of the chair, but instead of sitting the normal way, he swung one leg over to straddle it, leaning forward a little and peering into Donavan's eyes sidewardly with another pout. "And I'm going to be aaaaaall by mysellllllllf...."
“Well,” Donavan grunted, watching the way Faustino moved against the chair’s arm. He stiffened, trying not to think about how suggestive his actions where… Faustino…he couldn’t possibly know what he was doing…the way he was acting and what he was implying. As much as he needed now—as much as he wanted someone…he would love to have Faustino. But it…no, he didn’t want to submit Faustino to his current desperation. He didn’t know what he was doing—neither of them did. “Well,” Donavan said again, steadying his voice to the best of his ability as he stood, turning away from Faustino. “You could always…I dunno… We have lots of women?” He turned and smiled dumbly at Faustino, trying his hardest not to actually see him…to not think about how badly he wanted him.
"I don't like women," Faustino pouted back, slowly sliding off the chair with a seductive roll of his hips paired with an utterly innocent facial expression. "You know that, Donavan. You know I don't want anybody but you." Looking up at Donavan pitifully, he brought one hand to his lips, giving him his best irresistible-cute-childish-adorable-fuck-me pout and bringing the other hand to twirl a strand of his hair around his finger while shifting his weight back and forth, swaying his hips subtly. "Do you haaaaaave to go, Donavan?"
Donavan cleared his throat and adjusted the way his knickers hung on his hips; they were growing entirely too tight for comfort. He laughed again, this time his voice was husky and was likely to have entirely given him away, hopefully Faustino wouldn’t notice. “I don’t know. You’re making it awfully difficult…” He caught Faustino under the chin and tilted his face up so that Donavan could look down into his eyes and study the adorable way in which he held his lips, the slightest flush apparent on his cheeks… So innocent…so fuckable. Donavan could give in, right there and then. He probably would. He hardly felt he was in good enough condition to go all the way to the palace now—he couldn't wait that long! “If I did stay,” Donavan smirked, narrowing his eyes, “I think I might need some kind of consolation.”
Faustino fought hard to hold back a smirk; part one of his plan had worked entirely. He knew he knew Donavan well enough to get exactly what he wanted... he couldn't be straight forward with Donavan. He simply had to know which buttons to push. "What sort of consolation, Donavan?" he asked utterly innocently, with his widest, most adorable eyes, "because I really want you to stay..."
“Do you?” Donavan asked, moving his hand so that he held Faustino’s cheek softly. “I really do think it would be better if I left.” Donavan sighed, his expression becoming momentarily serious. “But I can’t say no to you.” He bent forward and captured Faustino’s lips in an aggressive kiss, forcing entrance almost immediately. His other hand slid down to Faustino’s waist to pull him forward roughly against his own body, grinding slightly against him and breaking the kiss with a low grunt “Still want me to stay?” Donavan asked gruffly, moving his face down and biting Faustino on the neck. He’d made it clear now what he needed to have if he was going to stay; Donavan wouldn’t be able to go now, no matter what Faustino said, and that was that problem. He should have gone…but it was too late now. He couldn’t be gentle, not in this state—he would just have to hope Faustino was up for it.
"D-Donavan--" Faustino stuttered, making his voice extra pathetic for effect, "I... I want you to stay..." He hitched his breath, his face melting into one of piteous insecurity. "But-- but Donavan..." Squirming in Donavan's arms, just enough to be believable but not enough to make anywhere near a difference, he pretended to try to pull away slightly. After all, Donavan obviously wanted it rough, wanted to force his control, and Faustino would give him what he wanted, more than willingly. "Please, Donavan--!" he cut off in feigned surprise as Donavan bit him, and let out a small whimper. Things were going exactly as planned.
Donavan smirked against Faustino’s skin as he struggled, tightening his grasp on Faustino’s arms to keep him in place. He didn’t want to hurt him—he would never hurt him—but some things just had to be done. Faustino would be all right in the long run; after all, who wasn’t ready for a good fuck any time, any place? He’d have to get used that sort of mindset sooner or later because that was simply how Donavan had always operated. He licked the spot on Faustino’s neck, watching for a few seconds as it flushed, then moved up, back to Faustino’s lips. He kissed him as gently as he could force himself to go, then opened his eyes and looked into Faustino’s. “If you want me to stay,” Donavan murmured, slowly pressing forward against Faustino, forcing him to back towards the wall, “this is how it’s going to be.” When he had Faustino pinned, he smirked and kissed him again roughly, trailing his hands down Faustino’s body, starting by pushing his jacket off of his shoulders, then moving down lower and untucking his shirt, pausing to press against him through his knickers. “You understand, don’t you, Faustino?” He asked huskily, once again pressing himself against Faustino forcibly enough to let out small gasp at the friction.
Faustino squirmed again weakly as Donavan pressed him against the wall, internally pleased with his own performance. "I... I understand..." he breathed feebly, giving Donavan one last pathetic look before letting his head fall limply back against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut. As much as Faustino really was rather enjoying himself, for Donavan, he would play the weak victim, he would cry and whimper and beg just like he knew Donavan wanted. It didn't really bother him, in the end, and if he could give Donavan what he wanted, perhaps he'd be less likely to run off after Christian in the future. As Donavan continued to undress him, he struggled a little again, clutching at Donavan in what he hoped seemed like an unsure sort of way. "Donavan--" he gasped pitifully, but cut himself off, letting out another whimper.
“Come on now,” Donavan tried to be reassuring, but he was entirely too preoccupied with unbuttoning Faustino’s shirt—his mind was focused only on the prospect of satisfying his now overwhelming need. “It’s not really that bad, is it?” Donavan asked, shrugging out of his own jacket and hastily pulling out his shirt now that Faustino’s was open. He knew he had to pace himself to make sure he didn’t accidentally hurt him…but if he had to break, he might as well work on something useful. A few useful things accomplished, Donavan gave up and moved back to Faustino, tracing his hands down Faustino’s chest, admiring, as he always did, the way that with each passing year, Faustino’s body changed and developed; his muscles slowly taking shape, his soft boyish body gradually transforming, becoming firm and lithe. Donavan smirked at his own hungry observations, noting with satisfaction that Faustino’s developing muscles weren’t the only part of him becoming hard. Moving back up, he placed and insubstantial kiss on Faustino’s lips before pulling back, just enough to speak. “You’re enjoying it well enough,” Donavan growled deviously, patting Faustino’s erection teasingly for emphasis. “I can tell.”
Faustino did his best blush-on-command, though he didn't know how much of a difference it made, with his face already so hot... It always got so much harder to play a part when he was already losing himself so entirely to the pleasure Donavan was giving him. "I-- you..." he gasped breathily, still squirming slightly even as he mewled at the feeling, "If... if it's you, Donavan... I just... I can't..." Cutting himself off with a weak cry, he looked pitifully up at Donavan for a moment before letting his eyes fall shut again. He wasn't quite as incoherent as he made himself seem... but it never hurt to play less controlled than he really was. And besides, it was true, no matter what the circumstances, Faustino always loved being with Donavan.
“You can’t help yourself?” Donavan filled in for Faustino slyly, smirking as he moved his hands to the waistband of Faustino’s knickers, beginning to undo the buttons and forcing himself to savor it. He liked knowing he had such a sway over Faustino, and he smirked all the broader, taking his eyes away from Faustino’s delightfully flushed and embarrassed face, licking his lips as his eyes followed the progress of his hands in sliding the knickers down off of Faustino’s hips. He chuckled, running a hand lightly against Faustino’s erection and letting the knickers fall to the ground. “Don’t worry Faustino, we’ll take care of that.” Donavan said almost patronizingly, watching as Faustino squirmed when he moved his hand away, slipping it into his own pocket only to extract the small bottle of lube he always carried with him. He laughed again, holding it up for Faustino to see for just a minute before moving to slip out of his own overly tight knickers. Stepping out of them, he pressed Faustino against the wall, hard, and lifted him by his arms, bracing him against the smooth surface and grinding their hips together as he let out a low moan.
"D--Donavan!" Faustino gasped, clutching at Donavan's back and arching against him as best he could while being pressed so tightly against the wall. Faustino didn't particularly like being fucked against a wall, simply because it left him with quite a few bruises afterwards, but he knew it was better than letting Donavan run off with someone else, and so he did his best not to think about it, trying to lose himself entirely in Donavan.
Donavan shifted Faustino’s weight to one arm as he tugged the cap off the bottle with his teeth, maneuvering slightly to spread the substance over his fingers. Bracing Faustino with his hips, Donavan let out a small hiss at the pressure and moved his slickened fingers to Faustino’s opening, pressing them inside with no warning. His lips found Faustino’s as he scissored and spread the digits, stretching Faustino with the haste of need. Donavan ground their hips together once more and broke the kiss with another moan, curling his fingers inward expertly for Faustino’s benefit, even as incoherent desire began to overtake him.
Faustino couldn't help it; he cried out loudly as he felt Donavan hit that one spot, his arms tightening around Donavan's neck as his head fell back against the wall. "Donavan--" he managed to gasp out again, feeling altogether incoherent and forgetting entirely about the wall and bruises and everything else. He needed Donavan inside of him, now. "Please-- hurry..."
Donavan gasped and nodded in response, applying the lube as quickly as he could to his own length and tossing the bottle aside with little regard for the fact that it remained capless. Shifting Faustino again, Donavan lined himself up with his opening and eased forward gently, pressing Faustino against the wall and moaning as he squeezed his eyes shut, unable to keep quiet at the immensely pleasurable sensation. Pausing for a split second only, Donavan rolled his hips, sliding slowly out before thrusting forward once more, gasping and relishing the way Faustino felt around him—tight and hot as ever—just what Donavan had been needing so desperately.
Faustino gasped loudly at the feeling of Donavan suddely inside of him, moving to knot his fingers in Donavan's hair. Even in his current mental state, he remembered what he was doing, and he knew what Donavan would like... what would hopefully keep Donavan home next time, instead of seeking out some unwilling party. "Donavan... deeper inside me-- so good..." he managed, trailing of into a high-pitched cry. "Please... Donavan--"
Donavan smirked through his euphoric haze and opened his eyes just enough to look at Faustino and watch as he thrust forward again even harder than before. “Like this?” Donavan asked, huskily, trying to coax a little more out of Faustino. The contrast of his adorably innocent face begging to be fucked harder was a sight Donavan could never have enough of. He pulled back once more before Faustino could answer, then thrust forward, gasping, establishing a rhythm, and enjoying himself entirely too much just to tease.
"Y-yes!" Faustino cried, arching against Donavan as best he could while being pressed against the wall. Wrapping his legs around Donavan's waist, he couldn't hold back anymore, he let out another high pitched moan, losing himself entirely, forgetting his worries and everything else. "Yes, please, Donavan-- more--!" he choked out, disentangling one of his arms from Donavan in order to touch his own erection and letting out another yelp of pleasure at the combined sensation. "More-- please..."
In response, Donavan picked up the pace slightly and adjusted the angle of his thrusts for greater control and accuracy, aiming to maximize the pleasurable sensations for them both. It wasn’t often that he let himself go with such abandon when with Faustino, and the pure novelty made Donavan all the hungrier for more. Still, he knew to keep himself in total control; this was Faustino, after all, his Faustino, and Donavan couldn’t stand the idea of causing him any real harm. Nevertheless, the illusion of rough sex could be maintained—could be made to satisfy his desire for violence—just so long as Faustino didn’t know the difference.
"Donavan!" Faustino nearly screamed, clutching at Donavan's back with his free hand and tightening his legs around Donavan's waist. Donavan was rarely this rough with him, and Faustino was thoroughly enjoying it. A few more minutes, and he was already losing control, and no matter how hard he tried to hold out, he was coming, another cry of Donavan's name on his lips, before collapsing forward against Donavans chest.
Donavan shivered, watching as Faustino came, relishing his cries, and moaning lowly at the exquisite feeling of Faustino’s muscles spasming around him. With another thrust forward, Donavan came, spilling his seed deep inside of Faustino and gasping as he searched for Faustino’s lips. He captured them in a kiss, and gently coaxed his lips apart; Donavan had what he wanted, he was satisfied, all thanks to Faustino—he owed it to him to be sweet now. He shifted Faustino in his arms again, gently lifting him off of the wall and carrying him back to the chair, taking a seat with Faustino still cradled against him. “Sorry about that.” Donavan chuckled lowly, smirking with satisfaction and not really sorry at all. “I stayed, at least.” Donavan offered his only justification, placing another soft kiss on Faustino’s lips.
Faustino smiled softly, looking up at Donavan with a sigh. "Thank you for staying... I don't mind doing anything, if you'll stay with me, Donavan." He kept that fact that he really liked it to himself; if Donavan felt even slightly guilty, it was leverage for Faustino to get what he wanted later. Sighing again as he caught his breath, he snuggled into Donavan's chest, comfortable in his embrace. "I always want you to stay with me... because I love you," he murmured contentedly. "So I'll do anything..."
“I love you too,” Donavan murmured, trailing a few more kisses down Faustino’s neck. “I’m glad I stayed.” He admitted after a moment, only just realizing it was the truth. He looked back up into Faustino’s eyes, smiling genuinely. “You don’t have to do anything, you know, Faustino…” His smile fell, as the guilt flooded into him. He hadn’t made any mistakes, he was certain, but he still had to check… “You—you’re alright, right?” He laughed nervously, then added knowingly, using his arrogance to cover up his worries. “I know you enjoyed it.”
Faustino gave his cutest tired smile, leaning up to place a soft kiss on Donavan's cheek. "I'm always happy being with you," he replied genuinely. "I'm perfectly okay, so don't worry... and now matter what, of course, I'd still do anything for you."
“Thanks,” Donavan smiled again and kissed Faustino once more. “You look pretty tired, though. You want to take a nap?” He stood, holding Faustino a little tighter as he moved across the room. “I’ll tuck you in.”
Yawning, Faustino nodded. "Yeah... but... Donavan... wake me up for lunch, 'kay...? I don't wanna be sleeping all day..." Still, he couldn't help it, Donavan really had tired him out, and he was ready to go to sleep at least for a little bit. "Only a little nap... 'kay...?"
“Okay.” Donavan smiled, nuzzling Faustino lightly as he ascended the stairs. “I’ll wake you up, don’t worry…” He set Faustino down gently, pushing back the covers and pulling them up to Faustino’s chin. “And…” Donavan began, “If, after lunch, you’ve had enough rest…” He smirked again, lifting his brows, and ran his hand down Faustino’s still bare chest suggestively.
Faustino let out a tired laugh, nodding as he smiled for a moment up at Donavan before letting his eyes fall shut. "Of course... I love you, Donavan," he murmured, even as he began to drift off feeling pleased with himself. He had won, after all, Donavan had stayed with him, and that was certainly enough for Faustino.
Times when there wasn't much of anything to do but yet he was oligated to be someplce for work were possibly the most boring, and. unfortunately, now was one of those times. He was sitting around in a stupid old run down storefront with six of his most obnoxious underlings, who were currenly bickering over dice and who owed who more money. Faustino tried to drown them out with his own thoughts as he stared boredly out the window, playing with his gun between his hands, but it was next to impossible. The argument shifted from dice to cards, then to women, then degraded to insults to one another's mother, and finally, seeing as that was a touchy subject for Faustino, he had just plain had enough.
Shooting a warning shot into the decaying ceiling, he glared at the men. "Shut the fuck up," he spat irritatedly, giving them a warning look before looking back to the window. At least now hopefully he'd have peace and quiet.
“Or what?” one of the men jeered, “You’ll shoot another hole in the ceiling?”
Emblazoned by his companion’s outburst, another added, “Yeah! Why should we have to listen to you, anyway? Ya damned brat!” He got to his feet and slammed his fist onto the table; all the men around him had their hands on their guns, and his strayed to his weapon as well.
“Donavan’s not here to protect you, little boy,” another man sneered, standing as well and taking his gun from his holster, “and we’ve had just about enough of following your fucking orders.”
Donavan heard his name and paused at the door; the job was finished, they could leave now, if they wanted, but Donavan was curious to see how the scene would play out… He didn’t care if he lost a few men in the process—Faustino would teach them a lesson, at the very least.
“We don’t take orders from Donavan’s bitches, so why should we listen to you?” The jeering continued. Stealing a glance inside, Donavan realized they were all standing now, tense, waiting for an excuse to fire. Donavan waited, just as eager as his men were to see Faustino in action. He however, unlike the useless grunts, was under no delusions as to who the victor of the fight would be in the end.
Faustino glowered, now thoroughly pissed off. As if being disrespected wasn't bas enugh, being compared to Donavan's stupid whores... it was too much. Remaining perfectly still for another moment, he gathered himself, then, all of a sudden, jumped up, nimbly making his way behind the closest of his opponents before anyone could move. Grabbing the man's body from behind, he shot him in the back before switching his gun to his left hand and placing his right hand over than man's right hand, sliding his finger overtop of the one already against the trigger. Using the body as a shield to the shots that were now being fired at him, Faustino lifted the man's arm and fired his gun alongside of Faustino's own, taking two of the other men down immediately. As a third approached, he threw he body at him, knocking him off his balance before firing a shot through both the corpse and his newest victim.
With only two men left, Faustino reached to his hip for his knife as he fired two shots at his closer opponent, then throwing it at the last man. It hit him square in the forehead, killing him instantly, and Faustino sighed. Though that was entertaining, Donavan was probably going to be irritated at him for killing everyone... and now he wa all bloody, from using the body as a shield. He would have to get new clothes... today was just not a good day.
Donavan laughed loudly, kicking the door open and stepping inside, smirking. “Nicely done,” Donavan whistled as he surveyed the carnage, clapping amusedly. “I’m impressed… Though I do believe it would have done more good to leave one of them alive—cowering in fear, of course—to warn the rest of them not to cross you.” Donavan shrugged and began pushing the money the dead men had left on the table into a pile. “I guess it doesn’t really matter. Word will spread well enough as it is… Though had you left one alive, it would have spared me the chore of finding at least one replacement.” He scooped the money into his pocket and went back to smirking at Faustino, folding his arms over his chest. “If your temper wasn’t so endearing, I think I might be pissed.”
Faustino pouted, knowing Donavan could never be upset with him when he pouted. "They said mean things about me, Donavan. They compared me to..." he hated to say it, and looked down, biting his lip, "they called me one of your whores." Teary-eyed and flushed, he looked back up to Donavan giving his most pathetic expression. "What was I supposed to do? I had to kill them, Donavan!"
“I know,” Donavan replied, trying to sound comforting as he moved to Faustino’s side and knelt so they were eye to eye. “I heard. I’m sorry.” He wiped away Faustino’s tears and smiled gently, taking his hands into his own. “I don’t blame you. They shouldn’t have said that about you—if any of them had half a brain, they would be able to tell how much more you are than that, and, of course, how much better you are then them.” Donavan grinned and stood up, leading Faustino towards the door. “Hopefully their replacements will be more intelligent.” Donavan said lightly, holding the door for Faustino. “We’re done here. I imagine you want to get cleaned up, right?”
Faustino nodded, hanging close to Donavan's side. "Yes... they made me ruin my clothes, and they were so annoying..." Looking up at Donavan pitifully, he pouted again, wanting to be cheered up. "Can we do something fun now? Like... like eat a snack or something? I don't know... it just made me upset... is all..."
“Yeah, of course.” Donavan nodded. “We can do whatever you like.” They made their way out of the run down building and turned down the street, heading back into the nicer part of town. “How would you like to make a stop at the tailor’s and see if we can’t get something nice to replace this outfit?” Donavan asked with a grin, indicating the bloodstained garment Faustino was wearing. “Cousin Perceval has another party coming up, too, and we’ll both need something new for that. What do you say?”
"Oh!" Faustino brightened, smiling and nodding. "I'd love that! Thanks, Donavan!" A little bit of the life coming back to his step, he swing the hand Donavan held back and forth as he walked, adding thoughtfully, "I think I'd like to wear something white this time. M. Mauvais is always wearing white, and it looks so good on him, don't you think? Besides, it is a garden party, so it should be something springy, right?" He grinned, looking back up at Donavan, feeling much better already. Even when he was really feeling down, it seemed, Donavan alway knew how to cheer him up.
Donavan gave Faustino’s hand a squeeze and his grin broadened. “I think you’d look even better in white then Perceval.” He laughed. “I forgot that it was a garden party, though. He has so many I can’t be bothered to keep track.” Donavan sighed jokingly and steered them down a side street that he knew to be a shortcut. “You look amazing in whatever you wear, though, Faustino, so pick out anything you like.” Smirking, Donavan added, “My one condition is that it’s easy to take off… You know, just in case the party gets too boring for either of our tastes.”
Faustino laughed, shaking his head. "I know you'll be able to get it off, no matter what it is," he replied with a grin, "You're very persistent that way." Squeezing Donavan's hand, his smile softened, and he added, "But... thank you. If you think I look good, Donavan... then that's all that matters to me."
